I saw COLD SOULS, a surreal film starring Paul Giamatti. It explores the premise of being
able to de-soul or lighten our lives by storing our souls in a locker on Roosevelt Island, a simple storage unit, a simple service, advertised in the Yellow Pates.
Don't we store our souls from others anyway? Do we ever bare our souls even to ourselves? Who do we truly trust? Who understands us? I found this film thought-provoking.
We have this expression: to bare one's soul.